PUFF
THE MAGIC DRAGON
JUST A
LITTLE BIT BETTER
ADMIRÁVEL GADO NOVO
Que passa nos projetos do futuro
É duro tanto ter que caminhar
E dar muito mais do que receber
E ter que demonstrar sua coragem
À margem do que possa parecer
E ver que toda essa engrenagem
Já sente a ferrugem lhe comer
Êh-oh-oh
Vida de gado
Povo marcado, eh
Povo feliz
Êh-oh-oh
Vida de gado
Povo marcado, eh
Povo feliz
Lá fora faz um tempo confortável
A vigilância cuida do normal
Os automóveis ouvem a notícia
Os homens a publicam no jornal
E correm através da madrugada
A única velhice que chegou
Demoram-se na beira da estrada
E passam a contar o que sobrou
Êh-oh-oh
Vida de gado
Povo marcado, eh
Povo feliz
Êh-oh-oh
Vida de gado
Povo marcado, eh
Povo feliz
O povo foge da ignorância
Apesar de viver tão perto dela
E sonham com melhores tempos idos
Contemplam essa vida numa cela
Esperam nova possibilidade
De verem esse mundo se acabar
A Arca de Noé, o dirigível
Não voam nem se pode flutuar
Não voam nem se pode flutuar
Não voam nem se pode flutuar
Êh-oh-oh
Vida de gado
Povo marcado, eh
Povo feliz
Êh-oh-oh
Vida de gado
Povo marcado, eh
Povo feliz.
Who Knows Where The Time
Goes
MOUNTAINS
OF MOURNE
Oh, Mary, this London's a wonderful sight
With people here working by day and by night
They don't sow potatoes nor barley nor wheat
But there's gangs of them diggin' for gold in
the street
At least when I asked them, that's what I was
told
So I just took a hand at this diggin' for
gold
But for all that I've found there, I might as
well be
In the place where the dark Mourne sweeps
down to the sea
I believe that when writin' a wish you
expressed
As to how the fine ladies of London were
dressed
But if you'll believe me, when asked to a
ball
They don't wear no tops to their dresses at
all
Oh, I've seen them myself and you could not
in truth
Tell if they were bound for a ball or a bath
Don't be startin' them fashions now, Mary
McRee,
In the place where the dark Mourne sweeps
down to the sea
There's beautiful girls here, oh, never you
mind
Beautiful shapes Nature never designed
Lovely complexions of roses and cream
But let me remark with regard to the same
That if at those roses you venture to sit
The colors might all come away on your lip
So I'll wait for the wild rose that's waitin'
for me
In the place where the dark Mourne sweeps
down to the sea
You remember young Diddy McClaren, of course
But he's over here with the rest of the force
I saw him one day as he stood on the strand
Stopped all the traffic with a wave of his
hand
As we were talking of days that are gone
The whole town of London stood there to look
on
But for all his great powers, he's wishful
like me
To be back where the dark Mourne sweeps down
to the sea.
IF I HAD A HAMMER
HOLD ME
WILL KEEP US ALIVE